Today, I offer you one of my favorite scenes from the first half of Fighting for Heather:
I gasped as
his tongue thrust between my lips and possessed my mouth. He stroked his tongue over mine, circling it
and sucking it into his mouth as he rocked his hips against me. I slid my arms around his back and pressed
myself against him. His teeth scraped
over my bottom lip and I moaned into his mouth.
His right
hand gripped my waist, just above the top of my jeans, his thumb stroking under
the edge of my shirt. I arched into him,
rubbing my breasts against his chest, pressing my belly harder against the
hardest part of him.
He pulled
back from the kiss, burying his face in the side of my neck and releasing my
hair. His hands slid down my back and
stopped just short of grabbing my ass. I
turned my face just a tiny bit into the side of his neck and took a quiet
sniff. God, he smelled good. Something sharp and clean mixed with the heat
of a man….
He took a
small step back and slid his hands back to my waist. I tucked my fingers just barely into his
front pockets…to keep him close.
“My name’s
John Winters.”
“Heather
Jackson.” I worked really hard to keep a
smile off my face. Introductions
probably should have happened before his tongue was in my mouth.
“I’ve wanted
to do that since the first time I saw you,” he said, rubbing his thumbs in
small thought-scattering circles on my belly.
“I’ve wanted
you to do that since the first time you saw me.” I leaned up on my toes and pulled him toward
me for another kiss. He kissed me gently
but pulled back when I would have deepened the kiss.
“Heather. I want to take you to dinner.”
“John. I don’t need dinner. I just need you….” I leaned up again, but this time he used his
hands on my waist to keep me from reaching him.
To say I was confused was one hell of an understatement.
“I want to
take you on a date – buy you dinner.”
“You don’t
have to do that –.” His hands cupped my
face and he pressed his fingers to my lips.
“I want to do it. I want to spend time with you, get to know
you…find out what makes you tick.” He
cocked his head to the side just a little in the most endearing way. And that made my heart speed up in a
dangerous way. Warning bells were
ringing. He slid his hand to my cheek so
I could answer him.
I shook my
head. “I don’t do dates. I don’t do ‘getting to know you’ or
relationships….”
His eyes
were dark and serious as they stroked over every part of my face before
settling on my eyes.
He nodded his
head. “I understand.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I used to be that way, too. Not worth the risk, right? The thing is…there’s risk no matter
what. So much risk. Why not take that risk with someone who’s
actually worth it instead of some faceless, mindless fuck?”
I just
stared at him, my brain trying to figure out exactly what he was trying to say. He ran his fingers down my cheek, leaned down
and kissed me softly on the lips.
“Don’t
misunderstand me, Heather. I want a
whole lot more than dinner. I want your
mouth on me, I want to watch your eyes dilate and darken when I sink all the
way into you the first time, I want to fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight.” He paused, his fingertips stroking down my
throat to where my pulse was pounding at the base of my neck. “But I want to know you when I do all of
that.”
He kissed me
again. “Just…think about it. I’ll see you soon.” He turned and walked out of the hallway and
out of the bar.
What the
hell just happened?
~~Fighting for Heather~~ MKP (c) 2015
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